tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post4790382790047177378..comments2019-08-27T08:36:51.956-07:00Comments on Pictures, Poetry &amp; Prose: Looking UpLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-67650168838848051162009-02-13T13:10:00.000-08:002009-02-13T13:10:00.000-08:00@CynthiaJust wanted to say, I really was gripped b...@Cynthia<BR/>Just wanted to say, I really was gripped by your contribution. I was really there with her, with the orange peel poem. I felt for her, saw what she saw. How well you conjured that moment. Fantastic!Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00463696606000861953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-38098130460038647172009-02-09T15:39:00.000-08:002009-02-09T15:39:00.000-08:00SCREAM LIKE A BANSHEE!!Howl through the wind swept...SCREAM LIKE A BANSHEE!!<BR/>Howl through the wind swept oak tree!!<BR/>Air with direction,<BR/>carry my voice of frustration,<BR/>to Miles, my wonderful son!!<BR/><BR/>stu pidasso<BR/>from "Trainride Tankas"Stu Pidassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14229620467151429952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-68588128690397733612009-02-08T09:53:00.000-08:002009-02-08T09:53:00.000-08:00Now she sits on the curbher face just as pale and ...Now she sits on the curb<BR/>her face just as pale and gray as the city <BR/>that surrounds her<BR/><BR/>she glances up towards the neon ads<BR/>through the snow white petals<BR/>which fall on her hair<BR/>staring blankly through the yellow flashes<BR/>which quickly pass her by<BR/><BR/>and the dimly decorated people<BR/>without a glance to her slouched body<BR/>which sat on the dirty pavement<BR/>and stared<BR/>and reminded herself<BR/><BR/>this is not how i planned myself<BR/>so many years ago<BR/>she lost everything she ever had<BR/>even her mind and her dreams were taken<BR/><BR/>now she sits alone, <BR/>staring past the pale red awning <BR/>of the cart selling pretzels<BR/>then something catches her eye through the rushing cars<BR/><BR/>an orange peel <BR/>which had been blown to the gutter <BR/>opposite her<BR/>and it rocked in the gentle wind<BR/>waving at her<BR/>teasing her under the windows of the dimming buildings<BR/><BR/>a discarded orange peel<BR/>just as useless and insignificant as she<BR/>abandoned and trapped in the womb of this dark city<BR/>she felt a silent sense of harmony <BR/>with the object<BR/><BR/>and then the wind changed<BR/>and the orange peel turned<BR/>it rushed through the traffic to greet her worn shoe<BR/>where it sat <BR/>and rocked, <BR/>patting her comfortingly<BR/><BR/>and after she smiled down at it<BR/>she looked past the colorful city <BR/>to the sky<BR/>as she wondered to herself<BR/>since when did poetry <BR/>have to rhyme?Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09344781084416954864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-75069351144446420192009-02-07T19:17:00.000-08:002009-02-07T19:17:00.000-08:00Brother and Sister Sparrows laughedMama smiled and...Brother and Sister Sparrows laughed<BR/>Mama smiled and sighed<BR/>When the smallest sparrow looked up and said<BR/>"Some day I'll fly that high!"Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09344781084416954864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-68512714134605319372009-02-07T10:40:00.000-08:002009-02-07T10:40:00.000-08:00For 12 years Frank ran his one little stand, Frank...For 12 years Frank ran his one little stand, Frank's Hotdogs, outside the building. He politely served tourists, hungry passersby, and employees at the building. About the time Frank set up his stand, a dynamic young man had been hired at one of the companies housed in the skyscraper. He'd confided in Frank all those years, for all those lunches that he didn't have to take with clients or colleuges. In rain, snow or 99 degree temperatures, he'd always tipped Frank well. A few times he'd mentioned turning the stand into a franchise, Like McDonald's? Frank had asked. Better than McDonald's, his friend said, all everywhere was serving burgers, and no one served hotdogs. They'd fantasied about the money and luxary they would live in. <BR/>For the first time in 12 years Frank was outside the building without his cart, and he was wearing the only suit he owned. His friend met him at the doors, "Hey, man! The guys upstairs are real excited about this! The only promblem might be the product." he said, taking Frank inside the gleaming lobby.<BR/>"What's wrong with it?" Frank asked, confused.<BR/>"Nothing, you dogs are great! Its just that nobody serves hotdogs. How are you at making burgers?"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-52312132866569505952009-02-07T09:19:00.000-08:002009-02-07T09:19:00.000-08:00Thanks to everyone for your interpretations of the...Thanks to everyone for your interpretations of the photograph. It is fascinating how each of us can view an image and feel a different experience. I am looking forward to everyone's take on the Hancock building.<BR/><BR/>Dan FelsteadDan Felsteadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04917775645881312007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-78930473207016015742009-02-07T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-07T07:34:00.000-08:00Every time I look at one of these I think about th...Every time I look at one of these I think about that day....those towers. I'm always tempted to feel sorry for myself, for my losses and then I remember I AM looking up. No need to hang my head in defeat. I don't live in a country where that is necessary. I can look up at this building today the same way I can look at my future because when you're nearest to the ground the only way to go is up....Peach Street ~ Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15767273219576753759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-48827222192134226622009-02-07T07:31:00.000-08:002009-02-07T07:31:00.000-08:00Sandy hair boy clutching mom's hand.All of you see...Sandy hair boy clutching mom's hand.<BR/>All of you seems to want to scale that non-Lego structure.<BR/><BR/>Wide eyed boy stretching to point.<BR/>All those grownups zigzagging past you missing that great mountain of steel.<BR/><BR/>Smiling boy directed by mom.<BR/>Your eyes snap that picture to inspire a fridge masterpiece.septembermomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01570525910483384484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-86705767614735824732009-02-07T05:34:00.000-08:002009-02-07T05:34:00.000-08:00I always like to look up at things and wonder if a...I always like to look up at things and wonder if anyone, at that exact moment is looking down on me. I do it whenever a plane passes overhead. I often wave. I wonder what they are thinking about. I like to think that there is someone doing and thinking the exact same thing. Wondering what I'm up to in my day.<BR/><BR/>When I look up at that building, I wonder who is looking out of the glass window and staring down to the street below, at me.Frankiehttp://2minds1blog.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com